Twelve Pens
by Carl Santoro
Meeting room quiets.
Writer's desks
vibrate.
The room invaded.
This is the last
page their lives will write.
Their last story on the walls
and floor in the marks
told by their blood.
A fallen coffee cup
somehow a reminder of
life as it was.
Abandoned pens
roll off the desks.
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Like this. Like this a lot.*
A kindly commemoration.
"A fallen coffee cup
somehow a reminder of
life as it was." **
Clever. Nicely wrought. *
Perfect poem for our times. Almost heard the pens dropping to the floor. Wonderful.